Here that row are crumbled laps
and this row is crumbled breast.
Bed stinks with bed.
The sisters change every hour.
Come on, take this blanket up.
See that lump of fat and rotten juices
that was once great for any man
and was also called Rausch and Heimat.
Come on, look at that scar on my chest.
Do you feel the rosary from soft knots?
Feel it.
The meat is soft and does not hurt.
Here, this one is bleeding like thirty bodies.
Nobody has that much blood.
Here, this one cut a child first
from the cancerous womb.
You let them sleep. Day and night.
The newcomers are told: Here you can sleep soundly.
Only for visiting on Sundays
let them be a little more awake.
Little is still consumed in food.
The backs are sore. You see the flies.
Sometimes the sister washes her.
How to Wash Benches.
Here the field swells around every bed.
Meat levels on land. Embers go away.
Juice is preparing to run.Earth calls.